Young Love (Part 1.)[Str8][Fm][slowbuild][nosex][mast]

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The shrill sound of a ringing bell cut through the lazy summer air, startling two squirrels, who scampered along the grass until they reached a tree. They were already taking refuge within the leaves by the time the front doors to Edison High were thrown open.

Students started spilling out onto the front steps, carrying backpacks, binders, and sporty duffel bags. The sound of excited chatter filled the air and a football soared over the crowd. Inside the building was even more hectic, with people shouting over each other or running to tell their friends the latest gossip.

Anthony tugged open his locker. It got jammed sometimes, so it often helped to give it a good yank. It gave and swung open, and his hand paused over a folder labeled “Music.” He stared at the folder, deep in thought as his finger traced the edge. His ex-girlfriends hysterical voice rang in his ears and he recalled the sight of her tear-streaked face.

*”You like her?! Answer me! Do you go over to her house so she can teach you how to fuck? Do you want her to be your **sex** teacher?* *Huh Anthony?! Is **she** what you want?!”*

He snatched the folder up and started to place it in his backpack.

A hand grasped his shoulder, and his best friend, Carter, appeared at his side.

“I’ve been looking for you, man! Who goes straight to their locker after class?”

Anthony smiled as he hastily shoved his music folder into his backpack and quickly zipped it shut.

“I just had to get some stuff,” he replied. He threw his backpack on and turned to face Carter. “Hey man, how’s it going?”

“It’s good. You good? Cool. So here’s the deal. On Friday me, Janelle, and Thomas are gonna go to Five Guys to celebrate graduation, you wanna come?”

“Yeah, yeah sounds great.” Anthony spotted Thomas making his way through the throng, heading their way. He raised an arm and pointed at Thomas as he reached them. “Hey, here comes Mr. Goody Two Shoes!”

Thomas looked down at his worn leather shoes and then glanced up with dismay.

“I told you, they’re the only shoes that I had, you remember what Jessica’s dog did to my sneakers?”

“It’s cool man, I’m only yanking your leg,” replied Anthony, gently punching Thomas on the shoulder. He gently punched him on the other shoulder with his other hand. “I’m only banking your Greg.”

Carter snickered and Thomas shot Anthony a confused look, although it was the type of confused look that implied that this sort of thing happened frequently.

“Alright guys, tree’s waiting,” announced Anthony, and he locked up his locker.

Carter and Thomas followed him as he started walking down the hallway. He ran his hand through his brown hair as they turned a corner, trying to give it a windswept look. A girl approached them from the opposite direction, and he shot her a lopsided smile. She glanced at him and then looked away. She passed them. But the slightly cocky smile remained on Anthony’s face as they neared the open doors leading to the front of campus.

Senior year had mostly gone well for Anthony, aside from his break up. He was pretty popular among his classmates. He smiled easily and was easy to talk to, and although most of the jokes he made were kind of stupid and frequently didn’t make any sense, people appreciated his light hearted nature. He nodded to people as he passed them, and raised his hand when the captain of the football team called out his name. Carter and Thomas cracked jokes, and the easy going smile continued to light up Anthony’s handsome features as they passed through the doors, leaving the school building.

The trio trotted down the front steps, and Carter spotted someone. He waved them over, and soon two girls started following them. The group made their way to the oak tree in front of the school, loudly chatting together and laughing. Carter made a joke out of the corner of his mouth to Thomas, and the two doubled over with laughter. The two girls discussed something in a notebook that one of them was holding.

The smile faded from Anthony’s face as his gaze travelled over to the school parking lot. He watched cars slowly mill around the crowded lot, and he started to slow down, falling behind his friends. He nervously fingered the strap of his backpack, his gaze jumping from car to car.

“Hey, Anthony,” called one of the girls, and he snapped his attention back towards the group. “Come on!”

He hurried over to them and joined them at the tree.

Thomas sat down by the roots, Carter leaned against the tree, and the two girls stood a little to the side.

“Hey, you got any gum?” Anthony asked Carter, walking up to him.

“No. Why?”

Anthony muttered something and tugged at the strap of his backpack.

“Hey did you hear what happened in Mrs. Adams’, third period?” said Carter excitedly. Anthony shook his head and started tugging at one of the overhead branches. Carter leaned forward and continued. “Well apparently Davis had a meltdown in her class, arguing about Chinese communism or something-”

“No, I heard that,” interrupted Anthony, letting go of the branch. “He kept arguing that communism and socialism are the same thing.”

“Ugh, can we not get into that,” groaned one of the girls.

“Well, Jessica,” said Anthony, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down his nose at her. “Davis is pretty passionate about this stuff, and it obviously means a lot to him.”

Jessica gave him a tired smile, rolling her eyes.

“So if you can’t respect that,” he continued, giving her a fake stern look, but he was interrupted by Thomas.

“Guys,” said Thomas, still sitting on the ground.

“You’re so funny, Anthony,” quipped Jessica, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Anthony cocked his head and gave her a goofy smile.

“Guys,” repeated Thomas. “Guys!”

“Okay Thomas, don’t shit yourself,” said Carter. “What’s up?”

Thomas looked up at Carter and then over at Anthony, a smile growing on his face.

“It’s Wednesday,” he said, slowly.

Carter’s gaze jumped from Thomas to Anthony, his eyes wide and round, his mouth a tiny perfect o. Anthony averted his gaze when Carter looked at him, and he shot a glowering look at Thomas.

“It’s Wednesday,” Thomas repeated, unfazed.

Jessica jumped.

“Holy shit, it’s Wednesday!” she cried. She looked at Anthony with a delighted look on her face.

Anthony shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, it’s Wednesday,” said Carter, a huge smile starting to appear on his face.

“Okay,” said Anthony, throwing his hands up in the air, “so it’s fucking Wednesday!”

He automatically looked at the parking lot again, and just in time.

A sleek gray Mercedes pulled into the school parking lot. There was no music coming from the car, it was silent. It slowed down and then turned, entering one of the rows and looking for a parking spot.

Anthony gulped.

“Shiiiiieeeeettt,” said Carter, moving to his side. “She’s got a nice ride.”

“Shut up,” replied Anthony.

Jessica walked over to stand on his other side, smiling like Christmas came early.

“You’ve got her picking you up from school now, huh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Isn’t this relationship is moving a little fast?”

“My mom won’t let me drive, so I take the bus” said Anthony hotly, gesturing with his hands. “And she’s” he gestured to the Mercedes “my music teacher, so she picks me up for piano lessons. Is that so hard for you guys to wrap your heads around?”

“Anthony’s got a sugar momma,” teased Carter. He turned to Jessica. “Do you think she’s going to take him clothes shopping first? Maybe they’ll fool around in the dressing room…”

“She’s not a sugar momma,” protested Anthony. “She’s not even old, she’s like 24.”

Mrs. Evans was actually 28, but Anthony thought 24 sounded better.

“Her mom and my mom are friends,” he explained, “so Mrs. Evans drives me around sometimes, it’s no big deal!”

“Yeah we’ve heard the ‘your mom’s her friend’ story,” sighed Carter, “but let’s be honest, Anthony. She’s a hot piece of ass, and you want to smash-”

“Man, don’t talk about her like that,” Anthony interrupted, shaking his head and looking away. Jessica marched towards Carter and stopped in front of him, stamping her foot on the ground.

“Yeah, don’t talk about her like that,” she repeated fiercely, but her mouth trembled as she held back laughter. “She’s his Queen, and if you speak badly about her, he will fuck you up. So you better-”

She collapsed into a fit of giggles halfway through her sentence, but Carter’s attention was on the parking lot again.

A stunning brunette had just stepped out of the Mercedes. Her wavy brown hair had been pulled back into a loose but elaborate bun at the back of her head, and two neat thick strands of hair hung free on either side of her symmetrical face. Her heart-stopping light brown eyes, dark arched eyebrows, defined cheekbones, and semi-full lips were just part of the reason people glanced at her as they passed by.

She was wearing jeans and a forest green blouse, in a way that gave off a hint of classiness. Her clothes also didn’t do much to disguise her alluring curves.

The minute he spotted Mrs. Evans in the parking lot, Anthony pulled one of his arms out of its backpack strap, so that his backpack only hung on one shoulder. He ran his hand through his hair again and straightened his shirt. The posture he assumed looked like it was intended to be cool and relaxed, but he seemed to shrink behind his friends, inching towards the tree, and repeatedly glancing in Mrs. Evans’ direction and then looking away.

“I think she’s looking for you, dude,” piped up Thomas from the foot of the tree. Anthony ignored him.

“You know what,” muttered Carter, squinting at the parking lot. “I see it.”

Jessica shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“No, I do, I see it,” he insisted. He looked at Anthony. “Yeah, she’s got a Daisy Ridley look. But different, and…hotter? In a way? And I like the hair, it’s fancy. Go get her, man!”

“Yeah, go get her, Anthony,” chuckled Thomas.

“Charge her, and sweep her off her feet,” whispered Jessica. She pumped her fists with mock excitement. “Carry her to your piano lesson.”

Anthony turned to face his friends.

“Look guys, I’m not trying to fuck my *music teacher*, that’s insane. I mean, yeah, she’s cute and stuff,” he said, waving his hand dismissively in the air, “but she’s like 25, uh, 28, she’s just too old. I don’t fuck with people that old. She’s cool, but she’s just my teacher, that’s all. I don’t have feelings for her, and I *don’t* want to fuck her. So stop saying I do, because she might hear you guys or something!”

“Dude, she’s all the way over there,” said Carter.

“So, I don’t really know what’s going on here,” said the last girl by the tree, gesturing around at the group, “but I get the idea that Anthony really wants to fuck his music teacher?”

“Yes of course, Janelle,” said Jessica. “He’s wanted to fuck her all year, and he thinks we don’t notice. He thinks he’s slick.”

Anthony didn’t know what else to say, so he just looked at the ground. Jessica stepped past him and raised her hand.

“Mrs. Evans!” she called. “Hey, Mrs. Evans!”

Anthony glared at Jessica, but she ignored him. She waved again and then jabbed her hand towards him, pointing at him.

Anthony turned around.

Mrs. Evans was looking right at him, a show stopping smile on her face. She raised her hand hesitantly, lowered it, and then raised it again to wave at him.

Jessica grabbed Anthony by the shoulders, sharply turning him to face her.

“Go to her, Anthony,” she said urgently. “Go to your Queen!”

“Go, go, go, go, go,” chanted Thomas.

Anthony shook Jessica’s hands off of him and started marching towards the parking lot.

“I’m going to murder you all when I get back,” he said over his shoulder.

He looked at everything except for Mrs. Evans as he headed towards the parking lot. His friends grouped up by the tree, muttering excitedly as they watched Mrs. Evans clasp her hands in front of her, looking at Anthony with a warm smile lighting up her already stunning facial features.

Anthony finally looked at her and gave her a salute, and she waved in return.

“Hi, Anthony,” Mrs. Evans said. She took a step towards him as he approached her. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he replied, and he shot a glance back towards his friends by the tree. He glanced at Mrs. Evans again, and saw her look towards the tree too.

“How are your friends?” she asked.

“They’re cool. Let’s go,” he said quickly. He strode past her to the passenger side of the car. She raised her eyebrows, looking from him to his friends. Then a look of understanding passed over her face, and a small smirk tugged at her lips before she turned towards the car.

The Mercedes beeped. Anthony pulled open the passenger door and got in as Mrs. Evans opened the drivers door. He watched her as she got into the car, his gaze trained on her hindquarters as they lowered onto the seat, but only for a moment. Then he looked down at his backpack and he tucked it in between his legs.

“Did you remember your music this time?”

Mrs. Evans’ voice was so smooth and calming. Anthony had never heard anything like it.

“Yes Mrs. Evans,” he replied, patting his backpack, “I didn’t forget it.”

“Good for you.” She shot him a smile and pushed the start button, turning the car on. “How was school?”

“It was good.”

“You doing okay in your classes?”

“Yeah. We have exams coming up, but I think I’m getting better in math, at least.”

Anthony watched the oak tree pass him by as they drove away. His friends were still lounging there. Jessica waved and he gave her a funny face.

Mrs. Evans pressed a button on the dashboard, turning on the AC. Every movement she made had this precision and gracefulness to it that Anthony really liked. He wondered if she ever made mistakes of any kind. Watching her do something was like watching a swan gliding over a river, and she was downright beautiful when she played the piano. He also liked the way she walked, with her head held high, a bounce in her steps and a sway in her hips. She didn’t seem to try to be sexy, it was effortless. Everything Mrs. Evans did was effortless.

“It’s good that you’re getting better at math,” she said, gazing out at the road with a thoughtful expression. “I remember you saying earlier that you were struggling.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking out the passenger window as the car rolled to a stop at an intersection. He found it hard to talk to Mrs. Evans sometimes, especially about things he wasn’t proud of, like his math exams.

“Anthony.”

Anthony turned to his left, and saw Mrs. Evans staring right at him. She was giving him the look: her head slightly cocked, the ghost of a smile on her lips and in her eyes, her gaze somehow piercing him to his soul. The way her eyes looked at him sometimes made his legs feel like jelly. It was uncomfortable, and at the same time, it was pretty great.

“What were your friends teasing you about?”

Anthony felt his face start to heat up. He looked at the glove compartment, taking in its contours and edges.

“What do you mean?” he muttered. “My friends weren’t teasing me.”

He risked a quick glance at the woman next to him and immediately looked up at the controls for the sunroof. A smirk had appeared on Mrs. Evans’ face, making her gaze downright electrifying.

“Come on, Anthony, they were definitely teasing you,” she said, and Anthony relaxed in his seat somewhat as she turned his gaze from him to look forwards again. The light had turned green and the car started moving. “I know teasing when I see it. What’s going on?”

“They were just messing around, it’s nothing,” he murmured. He played with the bottom of his shirt.

“You don’t want to tell me,” she sighed. “Alright. That’s okay.”

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, smiling to herself.

“I’ll just have to figure it out myself,” she chirped cheerfully. She gave Anthony another look. “I’m not dumb, you know.”

“I never said you were dumb, Mrs. Evans,” he replied, suddenly very fascinated by his backpack.

Mrs. Evans chuckled, and the two sat in silence for a few moments. Then her eyes grew wide and her eyebrows shot up.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “I forgot to tell you! There was a gas leak in the music building earlier today.”

“No way,” Anthony said, looking over at her.

“Oh yes. So we can’t have the lesson there; we’re going to have your lesson in my apartment instead.” She looked at him and gave her eyebrows a wiggle before looking back at the road. “Should be fun.”

Anthony had never been to Mrs. Evans’ apartment before. He was feeling brave, so his gaze lingered on her face, taking in her striking facial features, her piercing eyes, her mouth… He finally was going to see her apartment. That was where she slept. And where she changed, pulling her garments off of her curvy body, maybe bending over at the waist as she guided her panties to her ankles. And where she showered, hot steam fogging up the bathroom, rivulets of water trickling over and around her perfect breasts. And where she did other things, possibly, when she was alone, in bed…

The car was suddenly stopping, and Anthony pulled his backpack onto his lap to hide his growing erection. He felt a prickle of shame as Mrs. Evans turned to look at him.

“We’re here,” she said, turning the car off. “It’s on the eleventh floor, so we’re going to use the elevator.” She reached for the door handle, but paused, looking back at him with a frown. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Anthony said quickly, and he stepped out of the car.

He closed the door behind him and then raised his backpack over his crotch. He snuck a hand behind his backpack and tried to adjust his erection, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious. Mrs. Evans walked by him, heading for the entrance to the apartment building, and he saw her glance at his backpack. But she didn’t do or say anything, so he guessed she hadn’t noticed.

His gaze travelled to her lower half as he followed her into the building. He made sure to lag behind. She walked like a professional dancer, and he wondered if she ever actually was one. He wouldn’t be surprised. He stared openly at her ass, lost in thought, as she climbed the front steps, watching the shapes of her buttcheeks move under her jeans. He knew the view from the front would be just as amazing, due in part to her genetics and the extra bounce she put in each step.

Mrs. Evans opened the front door and looked over her shoulder.

“Come on, Anthony,” she called. “What’s the hold up? Come on in, it’s hot outside.”

Anthony hurried into the apartment building, and he felt the air conditioning wash over him as he stepped through the threshold. As the pair made their way to the elevators, he took in the extravagant lobby, with one of the most gorgeous water walls he had ever seen, as well as a posh lounge area. Mrs. Evans pushed a button on the wall to call an elevator and doors slid open to their right.

They stepped in, and the doors closed behind them. Anthony looked around at the enclosed space they were in. He glanced at Mrs. Evans.

“Excuse me,” she muttered, and her shoulder and arm brushed against him as she reached across him to push the button for the 11th floor. He blinked and took a step back, feeling light tingles along his spine.

The elevator began to move smoothly upwards, and Mrs. Evans opened her purse to take out a mini mirror. She flipped it open and checked her face, moving her head around and puckering her lips, and then she placed the mirror back in her purse.

Anthony liked the way she did her makeup. He didn’t really notice people’s makeup all the time, nor did he know anything about makeup at all, but he liked the natural look she often went for. She rarely used bright lipstick or heavy eyeliner, and it didn’t look like she “painted” her face the way the girls did in the makeup videos his sister frequently watched, applying heavy shadows and colors and what not. He didn’t necessarily have a problem with that look, but it wasn’t Mrs. Evans’ style. Anthony thought she might touch her face up like everyone else, but her looks probably got her more than enough attention. She had the face of a supermodel.

“Mrs. Evans?” he asked.

“Hmmm?”

“How’s your love life?”

She looked away from the display above the elevator doors and gazed at Anthony in mild surprise, her eyebrows raised and her lips parted.

“Ummm… Well, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment. Not really looking right now, I guess.” She shot him a smile. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, just curious,” he said, rhythmically tapping his pockets as his gaze wandered around the elevator.

“Are you trying to set me up with someone?” she joked, giving him a sly smile. When he didn’t answer, she bumped her hips against his, her smile growing. “Hmm?”

He smiled sheepishly at the ground, shaking his head and awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, but he froze when he felt her fingertips briefly touch his shoulder. After a few moments he risked a glance into the reflective elevator doors, but Mrs. Evans was now looking at something on her phone.

The elevator slowed down and then stopped with a ding, and the doors opened. She put her phone away.

“You have a girlfriend, right?” asked Mrs. Evans as they stepped out of the elevator and into the small hallway. “How’s that going? Is she cute?”

There were two doors for other apartments on either side of the hallway, and one door at the end, which was the one she walked towards. Anthony followed her, his hands in his pockets, his head lowered.

“No, actually we broke up about a week ago.”

She stopped in front of her door and turned to face him, a concerned expression on her face.

“Oh no! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m actually doing okay,” he said, shrugging.

“What happened?”

*”Do you want her to be your **sex** teacher?* *Huh Anthony?! Is **she** what you want?!”*

“I guess the spark between us fizzled out, and stuff. Or something.”

“Okay, well…” Mrs. Evans slid her key into the keyhole and glanced at Anthony with a warm smile. “…let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he replied, and he glanced down at her butt as she turned and stepped into her apartment.

Her apartment was very nice, one of the nicest ones he had ever seen. The furniture was sleek and modern, and the living room had floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. All of the rooms except the bedroom, guest room, and bathroom flowed into each other; no doors or doorways separated them.

“You can leave your backpack by the door,” Mrs. Evans said over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. Anthony put down his backpack and watched her bend over to open the freezer. “Do you want a popsicle? Ugh, it’s so hot.”

“No, I’m good, but thanks,” he answered, wandering into the living room and looking around the spacious apartment.

“Are you sure?” she said. She straightened up and opened the fridge. “I have lemonade too.”

“Uhh… okay yeah, I’ll have some lemonade.”

He walked towards the counter separating the kitchen from the living room as she smiled and retrieved a bottle of lemonade from the fridge. He stared, watching her stand on her tiptoes to grab a glass from the cabinet, and then he watched her pour lemonade into the glass, his gaze dancing from her hips to her face and then to her hands. There was something relaxing about watching her do mundane things. She did them like no one else. He glanced away and pretended to be examining a plant in the corner of the room as she walked over to him.

“Here you go, sweetie,” she said, handing him the glass.

He took it, wondering if she had ever called him “sweetie” before, or anything other than Anthony.

“Thanks a bunch,” he smiled, and she gave him a wink before walking back towards the fridge.

“I’m gonna have a popsicle.” She bent over to open the freezer and looked over her shoulder at him. He adjusted his pants. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”

He nodded, and she turned back to the freezer.

“Let’s relax for a bit before we get to work,” she sighed, and bent over a little more, sticking her round hindquarters into the air as she reached into the freezer. Anthony’s heartbeat quickened as he took a sip of lemonade.

He watched Mrs. Evans straighten up, wrapped popsicle in hand, and turn towards him. She closed the freezer door with her leg, and her gorgeous eyes swept over her kitchen as she unwrapped the thin cold cylindrical treat. Her slender fingers peeled the wrapping back, and he gulped.

Her eyes met his. Her lips parted. She slowly slid the popsicle into her mouth.

Mrs. Evans glanced away and started walking towards the counter, and Anthony desperately tried to will his erection to go away. But it persisted, stubbornly remaining at a half chub as he watched her pull the popsicle out from between her gripping lips with a slight twisting motion. Then her tongue emerged, and she started licking the tip of the popsicle as she sat down opposite of Anthony. He felt her foot brush against his leg as she shifted around in the chair. She rested her elbows on the counter and gave him a shrewd look, her fruit popsicle inches away from her alluring lips.

“So,” she said, briefly sucking on the tip and looking up in thought before continuing, “what’s the real reason you and your girlfriend broke up?”

Her lips were becoming covered with the sheen of melted popsicle, and she licked them as she waited for Anthony to answer. He blinked at her, his face burning. The clock on the wall in the living room ticked as the silence stretched on.

“Uhh, there wasn’t a spark, we decided we didn’t have a connection,” he said. She nodded slowly, narrowing her eyes as she inserted the popsicle into her mouth again. His mouth had gone dry, so he took another sip of his lemonade. “Like I said.”

Mrs. Evans somehow smiled with the popsicle still in her mouth, which was, at this point in time, the most arousing thing Anthony had ever seen in his life.

She freed the popsicle from her lips and gestured it towards him. Her smile was making his heart flutter a little faster.

“You did say that,” she said, “but we both know that’s not true. You guys were dating for months, weren’t you? I’d say there has to be a spark to keep a relationship going for months. No, something happened to break you two up, and you’re too embarrassed to tell me about it.”

In his mind’s eye, Anthony saw the shocked face of his then-girlfriend, after she had just barged into his room and found him with his cock in his hands. His throbbing shaft was covered with precum, his face covered in sweat. He had slammed his laptop shut, but not fast enough. She had seen everything.

*”Is **she** what you want?!”*

He stared at his hands in silence. She watched him for a few moments, her tongue travelling over the surface of her popsicle.

“Am I wrong?” she asked softly, but the smirk on her lips told him that she already knew the answer.

He slowly shook his head and sighed as he reached for his glass again.

“Hmmmm,” was her reply. She looked very pleased with herself as she inserted the popsicle into her mouth again. She sucked on it for a few moments, gazing around her apartment, and he watched the popsicle go in and out, in and out, wishing he could turn off whatever hormones were making him feel this way. His cock grew steadily in his pants as she closed her eyes with relish, pulling the popsicle out extra slowly.

From there the conversation moved on from Anthony’s ex-girlfriend, but he was no less uncomfortable. To him it seemed like Mrs. Evans was insistent on enjoying her popsicle as much as she could, and she often sucked on it slowly as she listened to him talk, or licked the sides with her tongue, collecting the trickles of melting ice cream. At one point a drop of ice cream ran down her perfect bottom lip and down her chin, and she wiped it off with her finger, before making eye contact with Anthony as she wrapped her lips around her finger and started sucking it.

It was with great relief that he watched her get up and throw her popsicle stick away. He got up from his chair and as she walked back over to him.

“Alright, let’s get started,” she said. She pointed into the living room. “The piano is over there. I’ll be just a second, I need to get my music.”

Anthony walked into the living room and headed for the piano as Mrs. Evans walked towards one of the bookshelves. He sat down on the piano bench and lifted the cover off of the keys.

“This is a nice piano,” he said, admiring the woodwork.

“Thanks! It was a gift.”

He glanced over his shoulder, and saw that she was bent over again, rifling through a pile of folders on one of the bottom shelves. She had to have the most perfect heart shaped butt he had ever seen. He swallowed and looked at the piano again. There were a few moments of silence as he brushed his finger over one of the keys.

“Anthony?”

“Huh?” he replied, examining a woodcarving that made up the music stand.

“Did your girlfriend leave you because she thinks you want to have sex with me?”

Anthony froze.

The sound of Mrs. Evans continuing to look through paper continued in the silence that followed. His hands tightly gripped his legs as he bit his lips, nervously glancing around at the piano in front of him, as if he was looking for a way to crawl inside of it and hide.

Then he whipped around on the bench, looking back at her with widened eyes. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. She straightened up with her music folder and looked back at him. Her finger moved to her mouth, and she watched him as she licked it, and then started flipping through her music. She looked smug.

“Wh-what does that mean?” he blurted stupidly. She started walking towards him.

“I told you, I’m not stupid.” Her voice was cool and level, but this was not matched by her smirk and the way her eyes glimmered at him as she slowly moved towards the piano. He continued staring at her, his mouth dropped open. She stopped and cocked her head, and her smile grew warmer and kinder.

“Oh, Anthony. I’m just messing with you. Your mother told me she overhears your friends teasing you when they come over to your house. She says that they say you want me. They tease you about that, right?”

Anthony remained frozen. Then he nodded, closing his mouth and lowering his gaze to the floor.

“They were teasing you about me this afternoon. At the tree.” It was a statement, not a question. “Your mother tells me a lot, you know.” She paused, and looked down at her folder, moving sheets of music around as she organized it. Then she looked up again. “So. Is that why your girlfriend left you?”

Anthony didn’t move for a few seconds. Then he nodded again.

“Aww, sweetie, I’m sorry,” she said softly, closing her folder and lowering it to her side. “That really sucks, I-”

“But I don’t!” he said suddenly. He gulped at she stared at him silently, her eyebrows slightly raised. “Uh, I mean, I don’t… want to… have sex with… uh, you.”

She gave him a warm smile.

“Well, that’s good,” she said gently. “Because if you did, it probably wouldn’t be… well, ideal, for these lessons. Would it?”

“No, Mrs. Evans,” he said.

She walked towards him and stood next to him, leaning forward to place her music folder on the music stand next to his. He looked around, but couldn’t see another piano bench nearby.

“Scooch over,” she said. “It’s a tight fit.”

Anthony’s penis stirred yet again.

He moved himself to the right side of the bench, and she lowered herself down onto the left side, squeezing herself in next to him. She brushed against him as she leaned forward and opened his music folder, and he shifted around uncomfortably as she selected a piece of music and brought it forward. Then she straightened up and raised her right arm above him. Her arm lowered behind him, and her hand ended up on the other side of his body, resting on the bench. Her arm pressed against his back, her hips pressed against his, and his head was inches away from hers. She smelled faintly of roses. It was a lot to take in for Anthony.

“Well,” murmured Mrs. Evans turning to look at him, “shall we get started?”

Anthony refused to look at her, because their faces were so close, but he nodded and placed his hands on the keys. He cleared his throat and started playing, but he only made it a few measures into the piece before she stopped him.

“Oh, Anthony,” she said, and she raised her right arm over him, reaching across in front of him instead, “look at your hands.” Her hands rested on top of his. They were so soft. He swallowed, and then he swallowed again. He sensed her head turn to look at him. “You’re all tense. I’ve told you in our second lesson, you need to relax your hands more. You should know this.”

His cock grew rock hard as her fingertips brushed over the backs of his hands. Fortunately, she quickly lifted her fingers off of him and returned her hands to their original position, although that wasn’t much better.

His raging erection refused to go away as the lesson went on. He would play, and then Mrs. Evans would stop him, giving him instruction, her beautiful voice murmuring into his ear. At one point, she shifted her position slightly, and her breast started pressing against his arm. He had never felt a woman’s breast before, not even his ex-girlfriend, although she had given him the opportunity many times. But any time things came close to heating up, all he could think about was Mrs. Evans’ alluring eyes, her perfectly sculpted face.

Anthony really liked the feeling of her breast against his arm. It was warm and comforting. It was also soft but somehow firm at the same time. But he didn’t like how it caused him to lose even more of his ability to think, or his heart rate to go up, or his penis to harden more than it already was. He frequently made mistakes as he played, causing her to stop him and lecture him, her breast rubbing into him as she shifted around next to him, her perfect mouth inches away from him. He frequently looked down to check if his erection was hidden, although he knew his shirt was covering his crotch.

After what felt like 30 hours, the lesson was over.

She finally got up from the piano bench, which was a huge relief to Anthony, although part of him missed her warmth. He picked up his music folder and placed it in his backpack, and watched her bend over again as she put her folder back in her bookshelf. His mind was on full horny mode at this point, and his gaze travelled slowly over her curves, over the shapes of her firm buttcheeks straining against her jeans.

Mrs. Evans turned around and faced him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, Anthony, I have to say that you seemed very distracted today.”

Anthony looked down at the floor.

“You kept messing up passages which I thought you’d mastered in earlier lessons,” she continued. “You were very tense. It’s important that you relax, especially your arms, hands, and shoulders. You’ll hit notes wrong if you tense up like that.” She took a step closer to him. “It’s also important that you remain focused while you play, and if you mess up, you need to keep going, no matter what. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this.” She paused and closed her eyes with a sigh before looking at him again and continuing.

“Also, it doesn’t help to have a raging erection while you’re trying to play.”

Anthony’s gaze shot up to meet hers, and his face started burning again. He felt panic clouding his brain and restricting his ability to breath. Mrs. Evans just looked at him, her arms still crossed over her chest. However, a small smile started to appear on her face as time went on, and it grew into a huge grin as Anthony tugged his shirt down over his pants.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she said quietly.

He nervously ran his sweaty palms over his pants. She watched him as he squirmed, and the clock on the wall ticked on.

“Hey,” she said after a pause, and she walked closer to him. She raised a hand and ruffled his hair. “Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Her voice was slow and reassuring, but it didn’t reassure him in the slightest. She placed her hand on his shoulder and stared at him until he looked up and made eye contact with her. “Seriously. It’s okay.”

“Now get your stuff,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m driving you home.”

The elevator down to the car was quite awkward. Anthony knew he was visibly blushing at this point, and he found himself unable to even look at Mrs. Evans as the elevator started its descent. But he did sneak a glance into her reflection in the doors every now and then. She stood still the whole time, watching the numbers scroll in the display above the doors, but she had a small smile on her face.

The car ride was also awkward. She played the radio as she drove, and Anthony hugged his backpack to his chest. After what seemed like an eternity, although it was only a ten minute drive, they reached his house.

He could her feel her gaze boring into him as the car rolled to a stop, but he couldn’t look at her. Instead he thrust his hand into his pocket and brought out his wallet, and then pulled out the bills his mother had given him. He held them out to her, and her fingers brushed against his as she took the money. Then he quickly unfastened his seatbelt.

He had gotten out of the car and was about to sprint into his house when he paused. He saw Mrs. Evans gazing at him almost expectantly when he turned and leaned forward to look through the still open passenger door. He took a deep breath.

“Mrs. Evans,” he said, “I’m very sorry about what happened today. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“I told you, it’s *okay*,” she replied gently. “I understand, sometimes these things happen. It’s not your fault.”

He nodded and closed the door, and was about to turn away before he stopped again. She had started the car, but when she saw him turn towards her again, she rolled down the window.

“Also, um,” he began, but he paused. He looked at his piano tutor, the woman he had fantasized about for a year, the only woman he ever thought about now. He quickly took in her stunning eyes, her brown hair, and her inviting lips. He glanced down at her hourglass figure, her busty chest, her curvy hips, and her shapely legs. His mouth was dry but he swallowed anyway.

“I just wanted to say,” he began again, “that I do not have feelings for you. You’re a great tutor, but that what happened back there doesn’t mean anything. My friends do tease me a lot and say that I want you, or whatever. But it is in no way true. I just wanted to make that clear. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Mrs. Evans didn’t answer. She just looked at him, and then she started smiling. Her smile grew wider and wider, and he felt his heart start to flutter again as she looked at him with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Yeah, okay, Anthony,” she said finally. “Sure.”

She rolled up the window, and he thought he saw her chuckle to herself, but then she was driving away, leaving him standing by the side of the road in front of his house.

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  1. Anthony entered his room and dropped his backpack to the floor. He closed the door behind him and rushed to his laptop. He placed it on his bed and then sat down on his mattress, opening it up and pulling up certain screenshots he had taken some time earlier. He then reached under his bed and pulled out a stained rag before unzipping his pants.

    He stared at screenshots taken from Mrs. Evans’ Instagram account. He opened up the first one, his cock already rock hard, a bead of precum appearing at the tip. The picture was made to look like a candid. She wore an extremely thin light brown blouse and a wide brimmed hat, and was looking somewhere to the left of the camera with her lips slightly parted. Her nipples were barely visible through the blouse.

    He started stroking, recalling the feeling of her breast pressing against his arm. His cock throbbed and his hips twitched. He moved on to the next picture, which was of her and her friends in their swimsuits at the beach. The four women were all lined up with their backs to the camera, and he focused on her face, on her frozen expression of laughter as she stuck her bubble butt out to the photographer. Precum oozed from his head and ran down his shaft. He was close. He switched to the third picture, his favorite. It was a selfie taken in front of a pool. Droplets of water freckled her bare shoulders, and she wore a soft toned pink lipstick and some subtle eyeliner. Her mouth was open, and a round lollipop rested against her tongue. She gazed out at Anthony through the computer screen, the corners of her open mouth curved into an almost tantalizing smile as he rubbed his shaft faster and faster.

    *”I told you in our second lesson, you need to relax your hands more.”*

    His hips starting to hump his hand. He stared into her gorgeous brown eyes.

    *“Also, it doesn’t help to have a raging erection while you’re trying to play.”*

    Mrs. Evans’ perfect face smiled up at him from his computer screen as his cock exploded, spurts of cum squirting into the rag he held against its head. His orgasm passed after what seemed like forever, and he took several deep breaths before quickly closing the images and shutting his laptop.

    He hid his rag under his bed and then sat on his mattress, running his hands over his face. He then stared at his bedroom wall, motionless. He suddenly felt like crying. His eyes stung. He put his feet up on the mattress and hugged his knees to his chest. Sitting completely still, he looked at his wall and controlled his breathing, and the moisture in his eyes started to go away.

    After taking a few more steadying breaths, he got up from his bed to picked up his bookbag. He moved to his desk and got started on his homework. As he pored over worksheets and study packets, he tried to push Mrs. Evans from his mind, but he couldn’t get rid of the memory of her body pressing against his.

    *to be continued*

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